"Hello, I'm here to pick up Flossie."
The voice from the entrance was calm and steady, not creating the slightest ripple.
It was clear, and very familiar.
Flossie Wright, who was about to sit down, suddenly looked up upon hearing the voice, then walked straight towards the entrance under Olivia Hamilton's slightly surprised gaze.
However, before she had taken more than a few steps, a crisp and clear voice rang out—
"Hello, Grandpa."
The young, clear voice was soft, like a spring breeze brushing gently across the heart, soothing to the ears.
Dian Deacon, suddenly being addressed as "grandpa", was stunned. His expression appeared to freeze, and for a moment, he was truly at a loss to understand what had just happened.
Flossie Wright's face darkened a little, and she quickly picked up her pace.
By the time she reached the entrance, a shadowy figure dashed over to her, followed by the smiling face of little Hutchinson looking up at her, "Sister."
